Learning

A/N: I guess this could be a pseudo sequel to “Tying Loose Ends.” That is all.

“Learning”

The past two weeks felt like they had been a dream. Harry could not believe that he was finally going to live with his godfather. He thought the day would never come when he would be living in his own house. Excitement coursed through his veins at the thought of being with Sirius...alone…whenever he wanted.

For the past two months, Harry and Sirius had been living at the Burrow. It was while living there that Harry found out that Sirius had been brought back from the veil…where they were finally together again. Harry loved the Burrow, but it became increasingly difficult for Harry and Sirius to be alone. There were so many times Harry wanted to be held by Sirius…to kiss him. He had almost lost his self control numerous times upon seeing the older man. His face would flush when Sirius would wink at him…knowing that wink promised lots of dirty things when the others were asleep in their beds.

After a surprisingly quick search, they found a cottage not too far from the Burrow. Some were surprised by the choice of home, seeing as both had quite a bit of money between them. But, after looking through the cottage, they found it perfect. Over the following two weeks, they began moving things into the cottage. Mrs. Weasley had not hurried them at all, seeing as she enjoyed both men in her home.

“Well, boys,” said Mrs. Weasley, standing next to Mr. Weasley, who had been helping with their move, “Don’t try to wreck the place up too much.”

“Of course they’ll wreck the place, Molly. They’re bachelors,” said Mr. Weasley with a smile. “Look at Charlie’s house.”

“Thanks for all the help,” said Harry, giving a casual glance at Sirius.

Sirius’ eyes met Harry’s for a split second, knowing exactly what Harry was thinking. As soon as Molly and Arthur were gone, Sirius had planned to drag Harry into every room and shag him senseless.

As though on cue, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley disapparated, leaving Harry and Sirius alone in their new home. The older man unleashed a predator-like leer on Harry, who had a sexy grin plastered on his face. Without warning, Sirius grasped Harry’s arms tightly and crashed their lips together, pushing Harry to the floor.

Harry felt like the luckiest man in the world

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Pale moonlight was filtering in through the open window of the near empty bedroom. Harry and Sirius lay on the bed, tangled in each other and the white bed sheets. Both were breathing heavily, covered in thin layers of sweat. Fathomless gray met bright green…everything felt like it should…perfect.

Sirius ran his hand through Harry’s untidy black hair, admiring the way the moonlight danced across his face. A rush of adoration swept through him as he gazed upon the younger man. He was absolutely captivating. Sirius loved everything Harry possessed…and he never dreamed he could be so happy. Not even a dementor could suck out all the happiness he felt at that moment.

Harry sighed contently and snuggled himself against Sirius’ chest. He breathed in deeply, surrounding himself with Sirius’ scent. It was positively intoxicating. He places a soft kiss on Sirius’ neck, seeing the shiver run down his god father’s body. Harry feels himself growing hard once again feeling the older man’s warm hands tracing over his jutting hip bone.

“You’re so beautiful, Harry,” Sirius breathed against the top his godson’s head.

Harry flushed red for the umpteenth time that day. Sirius made him feel so loved. The foreign feeling swept through him, taking him to a plateau of happiness he had never reached before. Harry wanted to surround himself and drown in all the love Sirius gave to him.

Harry felt Sirius’ rough fingers grasp at his chin, tilting him upwards so they were face to face. They kissed softly, which turned into a series of deep, slow kisses that had them both eager for more.

Dry hands meet Harry’s heaving chest, pushing his back against the bed. Sirius covered Harry’s body with his own, and hot, moist mouths met in a heady kiss. Their tongues then snaked and slithered over each other and their pricks, hard and pulsing, pressed together. Hips rocked rhythmically and legs entangled. Sheets rustled and the bed springs creaked quietly as they explored each other’s bodies.

Harry, as Sirius pressed kiss after hot kiss down his front, threaded his fingers into Sirius’ hair and arches his back, his lips parted as he breathed fast and deep. He felt the older man’s sultry tongue trace slick circles and lines over his chest, gliding over his erect nipples and tasting his skin.

“Sirius…” Harry moaned deeply, his body on fire.

God, Sirius was so good with his mouth. Those lips, soft and supple, caressed his body with such passion. Each stroke of his tongue and each balmy exhalation of his breath was as sharp and crisp as an electric shock to Harry; the faint light in the room accentuated everything. He releases a moan as Sirius descended him, his lips zigzagging down to his throbbing sex. Sirius almost reached it, his chin brushing against the weeping tip of Harry’s cock and—

He pulls away. Harry clawed at Sirius’ hair frantically, desperate to feel that hot, humid mouth envelop his pulsing length. He felt a firm hand slide over the curve of his hip and fingers dig into his flesh.

“Sirius…why-“

Sirius silenced the younger man with a firm kiss, and then looked deeply into Harry’s eyes with a smirk, “I have a better idea.”

Sirius tugged at Harry’s hips firmly, urging him to roll over. The sheets rustled again as Harry shifted from his back on to his front. He buried his face into his pillow, not having a clue as to what Sirius had up his sleeve.

Harry’s skin crawled. There was silence. There was movement. There was nothing but the sound of Sirius’ quick breath. Harry writhed on the bed, grinding his prick into the mattress beneath him. Every hair on his body stands on end as he waited and yearned to feel Sirius’ hands or lips meet his skin. He moaned softly into the pillow and—

Sirius’ lips touched his back. Harry gasped and his muscles twitched where the older man was kissing him. Soft, feather light kisses were placed delicately over his skin. He feels Sirius’ hands glide over his hips and he arched his back as Sirius’ thick, heated prick presses against the cleft of his buttocks. Harry pushed his arse hard to his cock. It wedges between his cheeks and the hot shaft slides over his entrance as Sirius began to trace a warm, moist line with his tongue down the centre of Harry’s back.

Harry gasped into his pillow. Sirius was going lower, lower, stopping occasionally to lick around a knotted bump in Harry’s spine. His breath hitched in his throat as Sirius reached the small of his back and slowly, teasingly slid his hands from his hips to the swell of his arse. He feels Sirius grip his buttocks firmly and massage them. Sirius’ thumbs pressed into the soft flesh and he gently pushes his cheeks apart.

Harry’s breathe increased as Sirius trailed a line with his tongue down to the tip of his behind, where the cleft of his arse began, and Harry arched his neck. He glanced over his shoulder to see what Sirius was about to do. It was one of the most erotic things Harry had ever seen…

“Oh, God…”

Harry felt warm breath billowing over his buttocks as Sirius kissed him, pressing his lips gently down, down, down. Sirius slid his tongue out and ran it within Harry’s crevice. The moment the thick, moist tongue touches his entrance, Harry threw his head back and cried out loudly. He never dreamed of anything like feeling so good. The feeling, the sensation of Sirius’ tongue flicking over him there is exquisite, sending ripples of arousal to his sex.

Sirius licks again, slowly. He did it again. And again. And again. He was licking, lapping like cat laps up milk. Each slither of his tongue was teasing, as if he relished the taste of Sirius like he would a sweet, succulent desert. Sirius pressed his face in, nuzzled Harry, then closed his lips over his entrance and he circled his tongue around it before pressing his slick muscle against him, entering him slowly.
“Sirius! Ooh…more!”

Oh, Harry buried his face back into his pillow and he clamped his teeth down on the padded fabric to bite back a cry of pleasure. Sirius breached him, in and out, in and out, in tiny, unhurried thrusts. Harry pushed back against Sirius’ mouth, wanting more, wanting it deeper. He curled his toes and flexed his feet as Sirius urges his tongue further into him. He drew out. He thrust back in; drew out, plunged in.

Harry’s cock throbbed. Oh, it pulsed against the mattress. He felt Sirius pull away for a moment, an agonizingly long moment, and the Sirius’ hands curl over Harry’s hips and grip them. Sirius tugged him, pulling Harry to his knees. Sirius moved swiftly back down, pushing Harry’s buttocks apart and he buried his face back in, sealing his lips over Harry’s entrance.

Harry let out loud, long sob of ecstasy as Sirius licked, sucked, kissed, and fucked him with his lips and his tongue. Harry felt his prick thicken. He felt his groin stirring, his balls tightening, his body tingling as Sirius pushed him closer to release.

“More! Deeper…oh my god please!”

Harry rocked his hips in time with the plunges. He was riding Sirius’ face as those lips sucked and caressed him. He let out more sobs and cries and his body tensed up as he was pushed closer. His heart hammered and his body was covered in perspiration. Oh, god, he was so close. He whimpered softly, grinding his teeth against the fabric of the pillow. Oh, yes, oh god. Sirius gripped his hips and pulled him back against his face and thrusts as far as his hot tongue will go, circling it inside Harry.

Harry’ body shuddered and let out a sheer cry of pleasure as he came. Oh, he came in hot, pulsing waves, spurting over his sheets. Sirius continued to plunge his tongue in and out, feeling Harry’s tight band of muscles clamp around it. As Harry rides out his peak, he pulls his face from the pillow and threw his head back, his eyes squeezed shut and his lips parted as he panted in pleasure. Sirius doesn’t stop; he kept thrusting, burying his tongue into Harry until he was spent, until his cock had spewed out the last of his release.

“Fuck…” Harry gasped. “Sirius…that was…”

Harry felt as though he were on the verge of collapse. His whole body tingled with the afterthoughts of the pleasure he had just experienced. He vaguely felt Sirius kissing his way back up his spine. He was so tired and spent that he could hardly move.

“I thought I’d teach you something…new,” Sirius rasped in his ear.

Harry smiled into the pillow, feeling Sirius’ hard, warm erection pressing into his upper thigh. His smile morphed into a deviant grin as he thought of ways to ‘reward’ Sirius for his erotic actions.

And reward Sirius he did…

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A/N: A little different than what I normally do. Please review! (: